I love romance. I think our skin clears up and we're nicer when you are in love.

..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

This skin is a nuisance. This skin that separates you and me...it is a nuisance.

I thank God who slowly dressed me in a heavy skin, otherwise I would now be dead.

Skin diseases are something doctors like, the patient neither dies nor gets well.

You have to surround yourself with really good people and have a very thick skin.

I still like me, inside and out. Not in a vain way - I just feel good in my skin.

Anybody who has a problem with 'Skins' obviously doesn't understand teenage life.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

In a way, humans are not made of skin and bones as such, as we're made of stories.

I used to love the feeling of running, of running too far. It made my skin tingle.

I'm an illegal alien and have been for many years. If you rub my skin, I go green.

We all live in fear of cancer, but to be told you have skin cancer was terrifying.

It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.

The Japanese are a disease of the skin. The Communists are a disease of the heart.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

It is the sin of omission, the second kind of sin, That lays eggs under your skin.

Wounds, I think, are never confined to a single skin but reach out to rasp us all.

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands.

I'm not the color of my skin. I'm a story. One with a past and a future unwritten.

The photograph is married to the eye, Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth.

Having been a journalist for thirty-nine years, I've developed a pretty thick skin.

The color of a person's skin had nothing to do with the content of their character.

I make sure the foods I eat will benefit the appearance of my hair, skin and nails.

...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.

The mania is like wasps under the skin, like my head's going to explode with ideas.

she is nearing forty and not so easily forgiven as when her skin bloomed like roses.

Gender or skin color does not of itself determine the nature of a person's thinking.

I'm confident - confident in my skin, and I'm cool with my flaws and all that stuff.

It was there, beyond the skin of this world, that a cure of ugliness could be found.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

The older you get, the more comfortable you get in your own skin. You find yourself.

I inherited good skin from my mother, and I stay away from soap, which dries it out.

Many people who voted for Mr. Obama in the last election did so based on skin color.

I spent 30 minutes each morning rubbing my body with half a lemon to lighten my skin.

The thing that binds us together is the commonality of our dreams, not our skin tone.

I feel comfortable in my skin. ... I used to run around my house naked when I was 13.

My skin is dead good. I think it must be a combination of being in love and Lucozade.

Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in gay, fine colours, that are but skin-deep.

Being slagged off is good for you. It thickens the skin and strengthens the backbone.

What's great about 'Skins' is that the characters are exactly like people around you.

Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

The devil is everywhere under the skin of things, searching for a way into the light.

Wash your face before bed every night. Your skin will thank you - and your pillow too!

My great grandma always told me to drink a lot of milk because it's good for the skin.

I don't like the idea of [having] a thick skin. I think we [should] be more childlike.

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.

No real lady would let a dress that might have been worn by a stranger touch her skin.

Who took away the part so essential to the whole Left you a hollow body Skin and bone.

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